Arnold X Helga Comics Novels & Stories

In the warm, protective embrace, inside the minimalist room that was now completely clean from the shadows of the past, Helga finally closed her eyes peacefully. Out there, Neophile City might be preparing to face a massive inter-faction war driven by Sebastian Norwich and Eleanor. However, inside this room without shadows, behind the warm black silk blanket, Helga knew she had found her true fortress, being inside the embrace of the supreme wolf who was ready to destroy the world just to keep her alive.

Helga did not insist and simply gave her the wet cloth she had prepared, which Karen used to scrub her unfinished body parts. Later, her maid helped her out of the tub. However, when she tried to help her dry herself, Karen again insisted that she could do it herself. Nevertheless, she allowed her to dry her hair. Karen sat in front of the dressing table with a large mirror and let her comb her hair. Helga had just started to brush her hair when the door to the room suddenly opened and Xavier walked into the room. Her eyes and Xavier's met through the mirror. She noticed that Xavier looked as angelic as ever. His silvery black hair stayed in place, his clothes were neat, his body was tall an

But, he must be lost several parts from his life. “Brother!” Suddenly, Helga appeared and approach him with knitted brows, “Did you eat the soup on the Town Square? It's delicious! But, the best part is--,” “I know it, Helga. Then, let me introduce you to this people. Max and his wife, Cecil. They are from Scorpion's guild.” Her blue eyes sparkling when she saw the mysterious hero, “Ah, the bok choy is tasty! Thank you.” “It's already growth?” Cecilia asked in disbelief.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

"You sure? She'd be going up against my champion." Draven's voice didn't waver. "She's ready." On the far side of the field, Aeron sat on a frost-covered bench, a book open across his lap. He looked up just as she stepped into the ring. Their eyes met. He didn't speak. But he didn't have to. She knew what he was thinking. Keep in control. She didn't want to disappoint him. Helga walked across the ring, cracked her neck and sneered. "Better hope I don't mess up that pretty face," she called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Wouldn't want the Gamma losing interest in his little pet."

"I never thought I'd live to see the day the proud Piano Prince would be on his knees serving us drinks." Helga's best friend, Maeve Sommer, took the glass, her hand brushing against mine. There was something odd in her gaze before she turned to Helga with a teasing smirk. "No wonder you dumped him, Hel. Even his touch feels worse now that he's out of prison." A sudden, sharp heat flared across my cheek. Helga had slapped me. I stared into her furious eyes, completely bewildered. Her jaw tightened as she glared. "Xavier, you even hooked up with my bestie?"

Her cheeks flush. "JUST TELL ME YOUR NAME?" Helena has clearly annoyed him now. "Whoah take it easy, what's this guys deal? It's Helena, Arlo calls me Helly or Hels.." He cuts her off. "Your full name?" Helena lifts her hands in mock surrender "Ok, ok." "It's Helena Thorne"

A fierce determination to save her pushed through me, awakening a part of my magic I hadn't known existed as I destroyed Sorin's hold on me, but it was too late. Just as I broke my hands free from the ice, I felt the dream realm shutter, and I watched Helga fall to the ground as the ice vanished from her wings. Sorin was dead, and with it, all her magic vanished, including the one good thing she ever created, Alora. "Alora," I yelled, followed by Helga. I ran towards her, panic seizing my heart as I dropped to my knees. Ashes floated around us, Alora's body naked, her clothes not surviving the blaze but her body seemingly untouched.

Arnold yelled towards me in happiness. I was a bit happy and lost at his declaration. I was happy because he seemed genuinely overjoyed. I was confused though because I had no idea what he was talking about. “Arnou I'm sure that's amazing. But who has agreed and to what?” I asked Arnou with a chuckle. “Sorry,” he said with a small laugh. “Herley. Harley has agreed to make the antidote!” Arnold explained in joy as he walked closer to me with a big smile on his face.

Isabelle and Philip worked from the rooftop, while Jerry and Aria made their way inside. The first room was empty. The second, too. But in the third— Helena. She stood before a server wall, her silver hair pinned up, fingers flying across a virtual screen. She turned slowly as Aria stepped forward. “I was expecting him,” Helena said, her voice like cold water. “But you’re more interesting.” Aria kept her stance firm. “You built Hekate.” “I gave it life. Creed gave it purpose.” Jerry leveled his voice. “What purpose? Control?”